I bet there'll be mucho cursing of the Bobber's name around THAT budget office this morning!

Heeeeee!!!

So yeah, the book has some unknown writers in it (me) along with some big names like Wil F'n Wheaton and some guy that was on one of the "Real World" shows.

BIG names, I'm tellin' ya!

But of course, everyone's favorite journaller (me) gets props on the name of the book.

Not just because it's named after my entry.

But check out the subtitle: "Best of Blogs".

Best Of Blogs.

B-O-B.

Bob.

Yep.

It's subtle.

But it's there.

Sure, they could have subtitled it "Best of THE Blogs".

But then it wouldn't be paying homage to ME, would it?

Heh.

Is this what they mean when psychologists refer to "delusions of grandeur"?

Did I even get that phrase right?

Of course, Hollywood has already come knocking, wanting to turn the book into a movie.

From what I understand, Brad Pitt wants to play me.

How ironic that Brad Pitt is now sniffing around my doorstep wanting me to work with him rather than trying to sue my ass off for writing a parody diary and accidentally using his name in it on a daily basis!!

HA!

Well, let me tell YOU something, Mr. Anniston ...

....Okay.

You can play me.

Just do it in one of those thick Irish accents you're so good at.

Even though I don't have a hint of Irish blood in me.

I just think it'd be funny if the celluloid Uncle Bob was Brad Pitt speaking in unintelligble sentence fragments.